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—
Good
day
,
Mr
O
’
Rourke
.
—
Good
day
to
you
.
—
Lovely
weather
,
sir
.
—
’
Tis
all
that
.
Where
do
they
get
the
money
?
Coming
up
redheaded
curates
from
the
county
Leitrim
,
rinsing
empties
and
old
man
in
the
cellar
.
Then
,
lo
and
behold
,
they
blossom
out
as
Adam
Findlaters
or
Dan
Tallons
.
Then
think
of
the
competition
.
General
thirst
.
Good
puzzle
would
be
cross
Dublin
without
passing
a
pub
.
Save
it
they
can
’
t
.
Off
the
drunks
perhaps
.
Put
down
three
and
carry
five
.
What
is
that
,
a
bob
here
and
there
,
dribs
and
drabs
.
On
the
wholesale
orders
perhaps
.
Doing
a
double
shuffle
with
the
town
travellers
.
Square
it
you
with
the
boss
and
we
’
ll
split
the
job
,
see
?
How
much
would
that
tot
to
off
the
porter
in
the
month
?
Say
ten
barrels
of
stuff
.
Say
he
got
ten
per
cent
off
.
O
more
.
Fifteen
.
He
passed
Saint
Joseph
’
s
National
school
.
Brats
’
clamour
.
Windows
open
.
Fresh
air
helps
memory
.
Or
a
lilt
.
Ahbeesee
defeegee
kelomen
opeecue
rustyouvee
doubleyou
.
Boys
are
they
?
Yes
.
Inishturk
.
Inishark
.
Inishboffin
.
At
their
joggerfry
.
Mine
.
Slieve
Bloom
.
He
halted
before
Dlugacz
’
s
window
,
staring
at
the
hanks
of
sausages
,
polonies
,
black
and
white
.
Fifteen
multiplied
by
.
The
figures
whitened
in
his
mind
,
unsolved
:
displeased
,
he
let
them
fade
.
The
shiny
links
,
packed
with
forcemeat
,
fed
his
gaze
and
he
breathed
in
tranquilly
the
lukewarm
breath
of
cooked
spicy
pigs
’
blood
.
A
kidney
oozed
bloodgouts
on
the
willowpatterned
dish
:
the
last
.
He
stood
by
the
nextdoor
girl
at
the
counter
.
Would
she
buy
it
too
,
calling
the
items
from
a
slip
in
her
hand
?
Chapped
:
washingsoda
.
And
a
pound
and
a
half
of
Denny
’
s
sausages
.
His
eyes
rested
on
her
vigorous
hips
.
Woods
his
name
is
.
Wonder
what
he
does
.
Wife
is
oldish
.
New
blood
.
No
followers
allowed
.
Strong
pair
of
arms
.
Whacking
a
carpet
on
the
clothesline
.
She
does
whack
it
,
by
George
.
The
way
her
crooked
skirt
swings
at
each
whack
.
The
ferreteyed
porkbutcher
folded
the
sausages
he
had
snipped
off
with
blotchy
fingers
,
sausagepink
.
Sound
meat
there
:
like
a
stallfed
heifer
.
